She's screaming into his collarBeating him on the chestHe's showing her no emotionTheir love's put to the testHe thinks that he makes her happyBy simply being thereAs the silences get longerThe more she pulls her hairLove can be damaged by silenceTied to a ball and chainLove can be driven to violenceFrom what once seemed so tameWearing his dinner this eveningJolly comes home again

The mule's sitting by the fireThe house at his controlHe hops around the channelsHis eyes on film patrolShe's driven from her sensesHer mundane life eruptsShe leaps out of the sofaAnd jumps upon her lump

The room was all dark and quietIn bed there side by sideThere in the small of her backAn olive branch tonightHe wants to say that he's sorryShe wants to make him begFor all the pain that she's sufferedIn her heart and in her head